Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
I want to live my life, carrying my memories with me. Even if those memories are painful, even if those memories do nothing but hurt me, even if I wish I could forget those memories_ As long as I keep carrying them with me, and don__ run away from them_ Someday, I believe I will get to the point where I__ not oppressed by those memories. That__ what I want to believe. I__ like to think that there__ not a single memory that I have which would be okay to forget.
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I want to live my life, carrying my memories with me. Even if those memories are painful, even if those memories do nothing but hurt me, even if I wish I could forget those memories_ As long as I keep carrying them with me, and don__ run away from them_ Someday, I believe I will get to the point where I__ not oppressed by those memories. That__ what I want to believe. I__ like to think that there__ not a single memory that I have which would be okay to forget.
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